Time now for an ongoing project between me and a friend of mine. I'll say it here and now: For now I only own two characters, Martin Tiller and Steven Blanch (well, technically my buddy Spartan 416 owns Steve but that's beside the point). The point is every other character in this series of stories is owned and copyrighted by their respective owners (there will be far too many to name). And with that... The prologue.

New York, the city of lights. Many stories have started and ended here. Good... Bad... Happy and tragic. Now another story is about to unfold. Where it will lead, who knows?

At the Plaza Hotel, in a suite overlooking Central Park two old friends were testing each other for the national Yu-Gi-Oh championship.

"And that brings you down to half your original life points."

"Crud. Okay, my turn."

The two friends looked over their card hands as they continued their duel. Martin Tiller was, for once, trailing by 1300 Life Points. His Duex Ex Machina deck had served him well so far, but it seemed like an uphill battle against Steven Blanch's Dragon deck. Both were average players and had made it to the qualifying rounds by chance, but they both relished the chance to compete.

Martin was a tall white male in his mid-thirties. He had a large build, reddish-brown hair, and blue eyes, with a clean-shaven face. He was wearing denim jeans with white socks, and a red and white striped t-shirt. Steve was the same age and nationality as Martin, but taller and a little bulkier. He had also had reddish-brown hair, but with green, bespectacled eyes and a mustache. He was also wearing denim jeans with socks, as well as a black t-shirt with a breast pocket in the front.

Martin drew his next card and smiled. It was Swords of Revealing Light. That may be just what he needed to turn this duel around, SMC style. But before Martin could even lay it down, his eyes darted to something behind Steven. "Uh, Steve...," Martin said.

Steven knew his best friend enough to know this was not some diversionary tactic. Steve looked behind to see a bunch of green and grey colored robots of human height... With very familiar metal masks. Doombots.

Both were thinking the same words, 'Are we being punked?' before the lead unit spoke. "TARGETS SIGHTED. BEGIN RETRIEVEL OPERATION."

What happened next was so quick that neither Martin nor Steve could truly remember what went down. The Doombots swarmed the hotel suite. Then as quickly as they came, they were gone... With Martin in tow.

Steven, battered but not dead, slowly got up to check his injuries. Taking a quick glance around he did a double-take at the sight of something that didn't belong. A hole, not in the walls or floor but just hanging in the air. It was as flat as a piece of paper, but the more he stared at it, the more he continued to sense a great empty space within.

'That has to be the portal that the Doombots left through.' he thought, 'I guess it's still active.'

The hole then began to shrink.

'Oh crud, what do I do? What do I do?'

Moving as fast as he could, despite the pain of multiple contusions, Steven hobbled through just as the portal vanished, trapping both him and Martin forever in another world. One that would soon feel more like home than their own world...

So stay tuned, loyal followers, as the Journey of Legacy begins... Beginning with the next story, since this was just a one-shot to get you all hooked.